It   was   a

B  L  A  N  K      B  L  A  C  K      B  O  A  R  D

t   h   a   t

W          A          S          N   ‘     T

QUESTION    OF    THE    DAY:

EVER  FEEL  LIKE  THAT.            .          .

a      blank      black      board

WHERE      SOMETHING      ONCE      WAS.          .          .          ?

I noticed that;

r     e     c     o     g     n     i     z     e     d

the not-so-wiped-off-board

as I was waiting for her at this corner

S T A R B U C K S

wondered even then

what she might share

what I might hear

what I might share

what she might hear

after nearly two hours of

sharing / hearing

I still wondered

but I absolutely knew

it was more than a mere

S O M E T H I N G

her hurt was mine

my pain was her’s

that’s what REAL SHARING IS,

i s n ‘ t     i  t.        .         .

THE    BLANK    BLACK    BOARD

w          a          s          n   ‘     t :

you”re   so   hard   on   yourself;
take   a   moment;
sit   back.          .          .
marvel   at   your   life:
at   the   heartache   that   hardened   you,
at   the   suffering   that   strengthened   you
despite   everything, 
you   still   grow;
be   proud
OF    THIS

it  seemed  to  say

BLANK  NO  MORE

S          O          M          E          T          I          M          E          S

The   Blank   Black   Board
doesn’t   so   much   show
that   there   was   once   something   there
as   much   as   it   so   powerfully   promises
of   brand   new   things   to   come.     .     .

a mere meeting over a cup of coffee at a corner STARBUCKS

PROVED  IT

Two grateful friends

s      h      a      r      e      d ;

E X P E R I E N C E D       I   T

THE BLACKBOARD,

not so b l a n k,

The Coffee,

never better,

The Moment,

never lighter.          .          .